Zoey you are the love of my life
The thought of you leaving me cuts like a
knife
I needed you more than you ever did me
I was ready to take my own life you see
Down in the darkest pits on this earth
I felt so unloved, I had little self
worth
But, oh, you little bundle of joy
To keep me alive, that was your ploy.
I would spend day after day in my bed
The thought of getting up, I surely did
dread
But get out I had to, you needed to pee
And all of a sudden a sun I would see
Unless someone has been that low in their
life
There’s no way of knowing their troubles
and strife
The thought of closing your eyes one last
time
Doesn’t really feel so much like a crime
The drugs they would give would not help
at all
Further and further in depression I’d
fall
My family had fallen apart by the seams
I’d lost all my family, my friends and my
dreams
Only very few people know what you have
done
How you taught me in life I did not have
to run
They know that every time you have a
scare
It might be just be more than I’m willing
to bare
I’m trying to face that you are now
growing old
And it’s just a matter of time I’ve been
told
I cherish each moment I still have with
you
Because when you’re gone I’m not sure
what I’ll do
I wish I’d make better use of our time
Instead of remembering you in your prime
I waste more time worrying about when
you’ll leave
Oh, the heartbreaking webs that we weave
We need more time spent sitting out on a
hill
And eat all your favorites until you’ve
had your fill
And ride in the car ‘til you can stand it
no more
Because walks together make your poor old
legs sore
I promise to feed you whatever you please
And please don’t get up, I’ll just stoop
to my knees
Each night I help you upon to my bed
I need you so near me, right next to my
head
You know you are loved, of that I’ve made
sure
I know every inch of your soft, cuddly
fur
I know every look, each expression, each
move
Our love for each other leaves nothing to
prove
Please help me stop mourning while you’re
here by my side
And stop acting as if you have already
died
Help me to do all your favorite things
Until you leave me one day with your soft
angel wings.
© 2008 Marcie Tepper
